In Other Words, The More Stupid One

As A Matter Of Fact, We Are None Of Us Above Criticism; So Let Us Bear With Each Other's Faults.

An Eastern Contemporary, With A Grain Of Wisdom In Its Wit, Says That "when The Whites Win A Fight, It Is A Victory, And When The Indians Win It, It Is A Massacre."

"in All This World There Is Nothing So Beautiful As A Happy Child," Says Good Old Santa Claus; And If He Had His Way The Children Would All Be Beautiful, For All Would Be Happy.

You See, In This Country Are A Number Of Youths Who Do Not Like To Work, And The College Is An Excellent Place For Them.

Some Of My Youthful Readers Are Developing Wonderful Imaginations. This Pleases Me. When I Was Young I Longed To Write A Great Novel That Should Win Me Fame. Now That I Am Getting Old My First Book Is Written To Amuse Children. For Aside From My Evident Inability To Do Anything "great," I Have Learned To Regard Fame As A Will-o-the-wisp Which, When Caught, Is Not Worth The Possession; But To Please A Child Is A Sweet And Lovely Thing That Warms One's Heart And Brings Its Own Reward.